Take Me From My Hell, chapter 2
My heart felt like it was going to explode. I was out of breath, but I couldn't stop. I had to get home before that bitch slapped me again.
Luck was on my side.
I got to the house and opened the door quietly. I looked at the clock, 3:15. I was 5 minutes late, but she was out. The car was gone. I went inside and ran into my room, somewhere I was safe for at least a few minutes. I sat down on the bed, as I heard someone talking. It was Vincent, singing to himself. I went to my window and watched him walk by, he wasn't wearing a shirt. I smiled. I wish he knew I felt. He was leaving soon and deserved to know who thought what about him. I watched him go up the street until I saw the car come down the road.
I backed away from my window and sat down on the bed and stared at the wall. I listened to her open the door, the keys rattling in the lock; I stopped breathing when I heard her footsteps weren't going to her bedroom
My door flew open
"You...my child, have caused us great trouble" She said with a sick smile.
"What did I do?" I asked
"Don't play stupid" She snapped
"I have no idea...what happened?" She looked uneasily calm. Maybe I wouldn't get hit
"Some bright eyed neighbor decided since you woke them up this morning to call the cops for disturbing the peace, I was taken down. Then they scheduled 'sessions' to control my anger and what they call drinking..." She looked at a prescription in her hands and threw it down the hall. "Fuck that, this is your fault" She slapped me and left the room, slamming the door behind her. They must've given her some medication already.
I stared at the door for a while, wishing I could escape. If I ran away now...she'd find me. She'd fake to the cops that she loved me more than anything and missed me, when really she just wanted me to come back to clean and smack around. I put my hair back in a ponytail and stared out the window, thinking about Vincent.
A few days later I was sitting in my room, waiting for my 'mom' to come home from her meeting thing. I was surprised she went. Wait, if they didn't they might arrest her for suspicious activity. I wanted to hit her so bad. I really did. I heard the front door slam shut
"Khristina! Get your ass down here right now and clean these fucking dishes!" She screamed.
"We have neighbors who can hear you..." I mumbled to myself as I walked downstairs.
"Get your good for nothing ass over there right now and clean." She said as she walked over to the couch.
I started washing the dishes, it was disgusting. There were food pieces in the water and it was cold water too. And I couldn't add any hot water; I'd be 'wasting it'.
Every now and then I'd glance over at her. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. I kept my mouth shut.
"I'm done the dishes." I said after and hour of washing
"So what do you expect? A reward?"
"No...."
"Well, what do you want?" She asked bitterly. I swallowed hard and I could hear my heart in my ears
"I want to know what that paper is for" I asked. She stared at me.
"Well, you bitch. Since it is your fault, I guess you can know.
'Ms. Valeya,
Due to you lack of improvement, we have to inform you that your guardianship of your daughter, Khristina Valeya, is being questioned. We will proceed with drug and alcohol tests in the near future. We will also come to inspect the house in the near future. Do not try to hide anything you will only make it worse for yourself. If your it comes to the conclusion that you are un-fit to continue to raise your child, she will be placed in a foster home until you can prove you can take care of her and yourself.'" She finished and stared at me.
"Why is it my fault your an alcoholic bitch" I blurted out. I slapped my hand over my mouth as I realized what I said.
"Excuse me?!" She yelled as she got up. I tried to run, but she caught me by my hair. She threw me across the room and I fell flat on my face. She kicked me hard in the leg
"Don't your dare talk to me that way you little shit!" She stopped and I stood up.
"To hell with you!" I backfired. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me against the wall. I stared into her furious drunken blue eyes. Her disheveled blonde hair blocking my view of anything behind her. She punched me hard in the face. I felt a warm rush flow down my face, she had broken my nose. She released me and I slid down the wall. The blood started dripping on my shirt.
"Shape up or I'll hurt you next time" She said as she slapped me. I got up and went to my room, leaving a trail of blood behind me. I knew I'd get yelled at for staining the carpet. I didn't care.
I shut my door and opened my window. I grabbed a tissue and put it under my nose as I sat at the window. Vincent walked by
"Hey Khris..woah...what happened?" He said
"I ran into a door." I said.
"Oh, not good. Anyway...you heard I'm moving right?"
"Yeah, you'll be missed."
"I know. It's gonna be sometime this week." I felt my self crying inside even more. It was Sunday.
"Oh...be sure to say bye before you leave, promise?" I smiled
"I will, I promise. See ya around"
"Bye" He walked off and I stared at him while still holding the wad of tissues under my nose. I sighed in spite of myself.
A few hours later my mom was gone, probably to get more alcohol. I eyed the phone and dialed 226-1264.
"Hello?" I voice came
"Chris?"
"Yeah, whose this?" My brother asked
"You sister, Khristina" I sighed. I started crying
"Hey, what's up with the tears?" I explained everything to him.
"How bad is she hurting you?"
"She broke my fucking nose today!" I sobbed "And I can't leave or she'll come after me!"
"Khris...you and I both know that she will not pass that test. You'll be put in foster care or some family care, you can come here. I love you, my family loves you. We'll make sure you're always in good hands."
"No offense Chris, but I hate where you live. Too many people and they have way to many haunted places" I laughed, it was true. We talked for a while more.
"Shit, I gotta go. I think she's back"
"Okay, love ya"
"Bye"
"Bye" I hung up and raced to my room. I wasn't caught; she was too drunk to care.
Luck was on my side.
I got to the house and opened the door quietly. I looked at the clock, 3:15. I was 5 minutes late, but she was out. The car was gone. I went inside and ran into my room, somewhere I was safe for at least a few minutes. I sat down on the bed, as I heard someone talking. It was Vincent, singing to himself. I went to my window and watched him walk by, he wasn't wearing a shirt. I smiled. I wish he knew I felt. He was leaving soon and deserved to know who thought what about him. I watched him go up the street until I saw the car come down the road.
I backed away from my window and sat down on the bed and stared at the wall. I listened to her open the door, the keys rattling in the lock; I stopped breathing when I heard her footsteps weren't going to her bedroom
My door flew open
"You...my child, have caused us great trouble" She said with a sick smile.
"What did I do?" I asked
"Don't play stupid" She snapped
"I have no idea...what happened?" She looked uneasily calm. Maybe I wouldn't get hit
"Some bright eyed neighbor decided since you woke them up this morning to call the cops for disturbing the peace, I was taken down. Then they scheduled 'sessions' to control my anger and what they call drinking..." She looked at a prescription in her hands and threw it down the hall. "Fuck that, this is your fault" She slapped me and left the room, slamming the door behind her. They must've given her some medication already.
I stared at the door for a while, wishing I could escape. If I ran away now...she'd find me. She'd fake to the cops that she loved me more than anything and missed me, when really she just wanted me to come back to clean and smack around. I put my hair back in a ponytail and stared out the window, thinking about Vincent.
A few days later I was sitting in my room, waiting for my 'mom' to come home from her meeting thing. I was surprised she went. Wait, if they didn't they might arrest her for suspicious activity. I wanted to hit her so bad. I really did. I heard the front door slam shut
"Khristina! Get your ass down here right now and clean these fucking dishes!" She screamed.
"We have neighbors who can hear you..." I mumbled to myself as I walked downstairs.
"Get your good for nothing ass over there right now and clean." She said as she walked over to the couch.
I started washing the dishes, it was disgusting. There were food pieces in the water and it was cold water too. And I couldn't add any hot water; I'd be 'wasting it'.
Every now and then I'd glance over at her. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. I kept my mouth shut.
"I'm done the dishes." I said after and hour of washing
"So what do you expect? A reward?"
"No...."
"Well, what do you want?" She asked bitterly. I swallowed hard and I could hear my heart in my ears
"I want to know what that paper is for" I asked. She stared at me.
"Well, you bitch. Since it is your fault, I guess you can know.
'Ms. Valeya,
Due to you lack of improvement, we have to inform you that your guardianship of your daughter, Khristina Valeya, is being questioned. We will proceed with drug and alcohol tests in the near future. We will also come to inspect the house in the near future. Do not try to hide anything you will only make it worse for yourself. If your it comes to the conclusion that you are un-fit to continue to raise your child, she will be placed in a foster home until you can prove you can take care of her and yourself.'" She finished and stared at me.
"Why is it my fault your an alcoholic bitch" I blurted out. I slapped my hand over my mouth as I realized what I said.
"Excuse me?!" She yelled as she got up. I tried to run, but she caught me by my hair. She threw me across the room and I fell flat on my face. She kicked me hard in the leg
"Don't your dare talk to me that way you little shit!" She stopped and I stood up.
"To hell with you!" I backfired. She grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me against the wall. I stared into her furious drunken blue eyes. Her disheveled blonde hair blocking my view of anything behind her. She punched me hard in the face. I felt a warm rush flow down my face, she had broken my nose. She released me and I slid down the wall. The blood started dripping on my shirt.
"Shape up or I'll hurt you next time" She said as she slapped me. I got up and went to my room, leaving a trail of blood behind me. I knew I'd get yelled at for staining the carpet. I didn't care.
I shut my door and opened my window. I grabbed a tissue and put it under my nose as I sat at the window. Vincent walked by
"Hey Khris..woah...what happened?" He said
"I ran into a door." I said.
"Oh, not good. Anyway...you heard I'm moving right?"
"Yeah, you'll be missed."
"I know. It's gonna be sometime this week." I felt my self crying inside even more. It was Sunday.
"Oh...be sure to say bye before you leave, promise?" I smiled
"I will, I promise. See ya around"
"Bye" He walked off and I stared at him while still holding the wad of tissues under my nose. I sighed in spite of myself.
A few hours later my mom was gone, probably to get more alcohol. I eyed the phone and dialed 226-1264.
"Hello?" I voice came
"Chris?"
"Yeah, whose this?" My brother asked
"You sister, Khristina" I sighed. I started crying
"Hey, what's up with the tears?" I explained everything to him.
"How bad is she hurting you?"
"She broke my fucking nose today!" I sobbed "And I can't leave or she'll come after me!"
"Khris...you and I both know that she will not pass that test. You'll be put in foster care or some family care, you can come here. I love you, my family loves you. We'll make sure you're always in good hands."
"No offense Chris, but I hate where you live. Too many people and they have way to many haunted places" I laughed, it was true. We talked for a while more.
"Shit, I gotta go. I think she's back"
"Okay, love ya"
"Bye"
"Bye" I hung up and raced to my room. I wasn't caught; she was too drunk to care.
